Empty

And I still feel nothing. Im with my best friend and I just hung out with my Cuppycake and… nothing…. not a thing… if anything I still want to die. I don’t get it. He still gave me butterflies… But it just wasn’t the same. I… I feel like a part of me has died on the inside. I lost a piece of me somewhere along the way. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. I don’t know what happened. Maybe when I tried to kill myself I really killed something inside. Maybe the monsters I see are stealing parts of me. Maybe the people I see, the ones other people can’t, maybe they’re stealing my soul piece by piece. I don’t know. But I know I’m not the same. :’(